𝐨𝐧𝐞

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- 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 -
This night
This light
I stand here, wondering what I have done to obtain this fright?
I'm holding this knife
As I stand there so uptight.
I wonder to myself under the light.
ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴀʟʟ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ɴɪɢʜᴛ?

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